Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.